Dump Truck

I missed the dump truck this morning.
Now, I am stuck, counting garbage bags

the neighbors hate to see torn open
by scavengers. I wonder should I

be sitting here, checking
your pictures on Facebook

or be ridding all this
trash? But your smile, new company,

longer hair, without me seated
anywhere close to you-

I can't keep on piling up all these
thoughts and keep missing the dump truck.

No Better Time

It was a matter of bad timing.
Einstein asserted enough about spaces
and for you it meant no vacancy.

Death happens here regularly.
In this vacuum, there is no room
for the sound of your agony.

In a purposeless universe,
disappearances are just too far
away from us,

like nebulas signing off
above our night sky beyond
my span of attention

as your dust is dispersed
in this air, demonstrating Einstein,
his physical laws.

There is no better time for gravity
to bring you back to me.